What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?
I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.
I love Tris the Divergent, who makes decisions apart from faction loyalty, who isn’t some faction archetype. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself … I can’t love her.
The truth has a way of changing people's plans.
I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.